Maeve had grown accustomed to seeing Ancients wandering through the Grounds. Majority of them paid her very little mind. Only a few seeming to notice her, giving her nods when they passed her in the streets. She often wondered if that was due to her son or not. As she walked the fairly empty lane, Aidon flying above her with a pack of supplies held in his mouth, the Nightshade didn't look around too much as she picked her way along the path before her.
Her attention is briefly caught by a wraith of a girl sitting in the sun, picking through looked to be a pile of rags and Maeve couldn't help the way her feet slowed, jade eyes studying the pale Ancient. The urge to check that she was okay, that she didn't need anything rose swiftly, reminding her of how she would often walk the streets of Torchline doing much the same when she was queen.
[say]"I hope you aren't planning on wearing those rags... They wouldn't be doing you much in the way of favors."[/say] She called out ahead of her, a slight smile tugging at her lips as she adjusted her basket on her arm.
Her attention is briefly caught by a wraith of a girl sitting in the sun, picking through looked to be a pile of rags and Maeve couldn't help the way her feet slowed, jade eyes studying the pale Ancient. The urge to check that she was okay, that she didn't need anything rose swiftly, reminding her of how she would often walk the streets of Torchline doing much the same when she was queen.
[say]"I hope you aren't planning on wearing those rags... They wouldn't be doing you much in the way of favors."[/say] She called out ahead of her, a slight smile tugging at her lips as she adjusted her basket on her arm.
